I no longer apologize for the way I feel about you; welcoming anything that will expose your true colors. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results each time, so stop calling me: I’m never gonna pick up.
“How can you do that? How do you just pretend that someone doesn’t exist anymore? That you never knew each other, and every inch of each other’s souls? And now they’re just gone. What you shared is gone. And it’s never going to be the same again,”
“I’ve always hated that feeling, right when you realise you’re dreaming, and you desperately try to cling to it. But the more you try to hold on the more the dream fades, and it’s been the same with anyone I’ve ever loved, too,”